Ah, But You're The Insidious

Perhaps If I Make Myself Write I Shall Find Out What Is Wrong With Me.

Prayer's A Very Tricky Business.

Death Is Too Much To Ask Of The Living.

I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness Inside A Restlessness.

We Were Restless For Ages...after A While I Heard An Owl Hooting And Calmed Myself By Thinking Of It Flying Over The Dark Fields – And Then I Remembered It Would Be Pouncing On Mice. I Love Owls, But I Wish God Had Made Them Vegetarian.